Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

E.A.P. 1845

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Numbers Don’t Lie?

12.3.12 as factors multiply to this product:  12 * 3 * 12 = 432 (which is a fractal of the Sun’s radius at 432,000 miles)

12.12.12 = 1728 (the perfect cubic measurement and the number of Linear Sacred Cubits comprising Noah’s Ark)

12.21.12 = 3024 (the fractal of the base perimeter in feet of the Great Pyramid of Giza)
So:  432 + 1728 + 3024 = 5184 ./. 3 = 1728 and 5184 is 1/5 of the 25,920 Year Great Precessional of the Mazzaroth/Zodiac (or one of the Mayan Sun/Ages) whose immediate full cycle is anticipated to occur on or about Dec. 21, 2012 or 2112 – folks – we’re at the OMEGA POINT!

2112  DECODED - Doug Krieger

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Wonderful View XXI

Every little bunny
Has a habit that is funny.

It doesn't matter where he goes
He always wrinkles up his nose.

Ena Hawken

Saturday, January 17, 2015


For fellow insomniac everywhere, the secret to a good night sleep is not in the form of a glass of milk; warm baths; aroma therapy; reading books; sex; or sharpening of cutlery. 

It lies in a well crafted, delicately orchestrated, superbly twisted, recording of a whirlwind of psychological outbursts…with a nice touch of discordant violins and saxophones. 

Trust me. You’ll sleep like a baby, on an abandoned grave.

Thursday, January 15, 2015


At midnight, in the month of June, 
I stand beneath the mystic moon. 
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, 
Exhales from out her golden rim, 
And, softly dripping, drop by drop, 
Upon the quiet mountain top, 
Steals drowsily and musically 
Into the universal valley. 

The rosemary nods upon the grave; 
The lily lolls upon the wave; 
Wrapping the fog about its breast, 
The ruin molders into rest;

E.A.P. 1813

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Nightly Yearnings

It’s the rainy season again. White snow, pale moon for some and cold torrential rain for others. Flooded creek, frozen beak…tingle the yearnings for a different kind of rain, warm rain. 

Warm, red rain, running so thick in my mind I could actually smell the heat. Dripping endlessly from untarnished steel…

If only a hunt could be started soon tonight…

Monday, January 12, 2015


At certain moments of the day I would always notice instances where one is continuously forced to decide on taking risks or avert it altogether. These are, mind you, not the kind of overt or obvious risks that one must face on everyday life, but are more likely the subtle ones.

They beckon each individual to look and ponder the necessity of crossing a path that one has never trodden, or has not been trodden far enough. [link to download] The path of the night’s harlot that separates man from children, through the searing illumination of an atavistic enlightening.

Friday, January 9, 2015


Chance favors the prepared mind, some say, but we all know hard work is the key to it all. You can’t just sit down on your lazy ass and expect everything to fall into place.

You have to work hard for it. Experiment, lurk, sweat, tests. 

It is by our toils that we shall be rewarded

Monday, January 5, 2015

The Dividing Line

I suppose I have really been out of touch with what’s been going on with the global underground and extreme metal scene that it just amazes me, still, to see so many documentaries floating about this lifestyle. Un-fucking-believable! It’s fucking mainstream now, isn’t it? 

Like a fucking rich tycoon walking around in gold clothing just to show that he is rich enough to do it, extreme metal really looks like a hyped new fashion just waiting to explode. Or has it already done that too?

Hell, even Black Metal is so common and understandable now that you have professors talking about it like some intellectual exercise in musicology…Surely, a long way from the hungry, penniless days of Helvete’s cellar. 

Wonderful. I’m sure this is what all of those underground years were set up for. To get as famous and as exploited as possible. I can’t wait to see a rap-black metal collaboration happening soon, to replace the outdated, out-fashioned Run DMC-Aerosmith classic bullshit. Something to listen to while enjoying a cup of black metal, satanic, coffee at a local shopping mall near you. Lovely!

In the meantime, let old school fools like me stay in the dividing line, of real filth and chaos, that is completely not user-friendly to any mainstream…or shopping mall-compatible either…